The strongest medical saint in the city

Chapter 1471

Even though the Devil's Forest is still the same forest as before, the fire with green smoke and faint flames in front of him is still the same fire that Zhao Zi'an lit with the help of his clothes, but Zhou You can clearly feel that the surrounding environment has changed.

"Is that leaving?"

Yes, at this moment, Zhou You felt like sitting in a state-of-the-art 4D theater, looking at the ground that was originally heavy with moisture, as if it had just experienced a downpour. Bright, but at least "cloudy" weather.

Even though he has experienced many wonderful events, it is still difficult for Zhou You to describe his feeling.

He wanted to ask Mie Zhu, but Zhou You had no choice but to set his sights on Zhao Zi'an again when his spiritual consciousness could not communicate.

"Yes."

Zhao Zi'an nodded, affirming Zhou You's question.

After taking a deep breath, Zhou You knew that the key to leaving the wet swamp was the fire lit by the daughter in front of him who was supposed to keep Yang Chunshui out of his hands.

Looking at Zhao Zi'an, Zhou You seemed to want to say something, but what was reflected in his eyes was the fire that was still burning with white smoke, and it was easy for the delicate and frail young lady to solve the problem. The first crisis since traveling around and entering the Devil's Forest.

"I have to say..." Zhou You stared at the weak and pale Zhao Zi'an in front of him.

He suppressed the astonishment in his heart, and boasted sincerely: "Miss Zhao is really amazing."

Zhao Zi'an, who was praised, just lowered her head and smiled shyly, as if reminding her, she whispered: "Doctor Zhou, the wound on your arm, please take care of it."

Following Zhao Zi'an's gaze, Zhou You also looked at his tightly wrapped right arm. He raised his eyebrows, as if casually, and asked:
"How did Ms. Zhao know that I was injured?"

This question made Zhao Zi'an subconsciously lick her bloodless lips. She looked down at the fire, which was emitting thick white smoke because of the humidity. She seemed to be choking. After coughing twice, she answered in a low voice. : "I've been at the gate of the villa all the time."

"Miss Zhao means," Zhou You stared at Zhao Zi'an, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "You have been paying attention to me?"

For such a straightforward question, Zhao Zi'an just nodded slightly.

Zhao Zi'an's frank attitude made Zhou You somewhat at a loss for what to say.

"Is that so..." After touching his chin with his uninjured left hand, Zhou You didn't continue to ask Zhao Zi'an.

It seemed that the topic ended here, Zhou You was not in a hurry to get up and leave here, but first added a few dead branches to the fire with a faint flame dancing in front of him, and then picked up the Burning Heaven Sword with his left hand.

Zhou You gently lifted the bandage wrapped around his right arm, he was going to prevent the wound from bleeding due to moisture.

In the wet swamp, blood would attract countless blood-sucking insects, so Zhou You had no choice but to tightly bandage his right arm, which was injured by the scarred face.

"Ah..." Zhao Zi'an saw that after Zhou You removed the tightly wrapped bandage, the festering wound caused by the sweltering heat and humidity was exposed.

It can make Zhou You's Nascent Soul's body tempered by Lei Jie numb from the pain. In addition to the wound festering, there is also a trace of black spreading in the carrion, like a writhing worm.

At least in terms of visual effects, Zhou You, as a genius doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded, is a bit disgusting and I don't want to watch it.

"Travel around..."

But Zhao Zi'an's eyes fell on Zhou You's wound, with a kind of cautiousness.

Zhou Youxun looked at her, and from the eyes of this pale and stunning beauty, he saw obvious distress.

For a moment, Zhou You even thought he was wrong.

But before he could open his mouth, Zhao Zi'an, who was holding the medicine bottle, had already subconsciously walked over, squatted in front of Zhou You, and asked in a low voice:
"Does it hurt?"

The festering wound should be painful, but maybe it's numb from the pain, or maybe it's the effect of the weird black energy on Scar's face, but Zhou You can't feel it. For Zhao Zi'an's obviously leaking emotions...

He wanted to say "it doesn't hurt", but when the words reached his throat, Zhou You felt that the atmosphere was very strange.

"It's just a skin injury."

He looked at the stunning beauty right in front of him, and after Zhou You dealt with it with the attitude of "just a small injury", he didn't know what to say anymore.

After thinking about it, Zhou You took out a few silver needles, bandages, and special trauma medicine that he had prepared for the team from the thunder bag with his left hand, and planned to treat the wound on his right arm first.

Zhou You answered calmly, but Zhao Zi'an seemed to realize her gaffe. She lowered her eyes, stroked the broken hair on the side of her face behind her ears, and changed the subject with a smile:
"Thank you for taking care of Dr. Zhou before."

Thanks?
Thanks for what?
The fire was lit by Zhao Zi'an, even though she had a lot of calculations in her words before, but in fact, with or without her, judging from the scar-faced way, Zhou You would have entered the Devil's Forest.

Traveling around in this way of thinking, he said lightly:
"Miss Zhao is too polite, I owe it to you."

Zhou You's casual "TOEFL" attitude made Zhao Zian raise her eyes subconsciously. She wanted to say something, but she pursed her lips again.

For Zhao Zi'an who had something to say but didn't know how to say it, Zhou You had no intention of asking.

He took a deep breath, then held the Burning Heaven Sword in his left hand, and began to cut off the festering and even rotten flesh on his right arm that was filled with black air.

"Although there is a thousand-to-one time convection in the Devil's Forest, which has bred countless treasures, the reason why no one dares to come is that as long as the people in it are physically injured, they will be attacked by ghost energy, and then their vitality will gradually die out. "

Zhao Zi'an watched as Zhou You used the Burning Heaven Sword to remove the festering flesh from the wound.

The wound that was numb at the beginning became painful with Zhou You's movements, so even though he heard Zhao Zi'an's words, he didn't have the extra energy to take care of it.

"Crack" sounded.

Zhou You's action of peeling off the carrion, in the "cracking" that was so silent that only the flames were left, seemed extraordinarily frightening.

Because Zhou You found that even though he endured the severe pain of sweating to cut off the rotten wound, he couldn't cut off the twisting black air.

Zhao Zi'an took a deep breath, then spoke again, breaking the silence and saying:

"Doctor Zhou, there is no way to get rid of the ghost aura in your wound like this, let me try it?"

Before Zhou You could say anything to her, Zhao Zi'an stretched out his hand.

She pressed her left hand on her neck, but her right hand stretched out to Zhou You's bleeding wound because of peeling off the carrion, faint black light surged.

(End of this chapter)